No body was there.With my heart pounding, I fully opened the door and walked inside, readying myself at any moment for my mother to discover me and he...l would rain down. But nothing. I listened for anything, the sound of rushing water, or someone talking, but nothing.Carefully I went to my room and dropped off my bag before heading for the kitchen. Nope, still no one there. Picking up an apple, I only got through one bite before I heard the moan. I stopped dead in my tracks, the apple in. “No, I like it,” she said, “Manly not brutal, gentlemanly.”“You have a way with words,” I opined, “Choose your lies with care then I may sample you for another week or more.”“You will not cast me out!” she queried.“No, not if you please me,” I assured her, “No you shall be the house whore, keep the footman and gardeners content.”She spat at me and missed and my mouth clamped upon hers and I thrust and at once my seed boiled over and flooded her parts entirely.“I own I enjoyed that immensely,” I. A beep, that’s what it was. A beeping. Soft, repetitive, soothing. BEEP…BEEP…BEEP. Yeah I liked that. I listened to it as the light grew, a white mist or fog. I couldn’t see through it, or even into it. It just seemed to envelope me. like being inside a cloud. This was nice. I liked it. I could hear the beeping, constant, steady, soft, soothing. What was that other noise? Oh….it sounds like a voice. An angel? Maybe I was going to heaven. It was sweet, soft, soothing. I could make out her words,. She loved him, his gentleness and understanding. He was who she went to with all problems because he listened and never judged her. She felt very safe telling him everything. He had been her only family, loved her and protected her for all of her life. My white hair and beard but mostly my grief reminded her of him and what he had gone through. After her grandma died he kind of gave up. Pulled back into himself and only coming out to take care of her, he was always there when she needed him but.